Back to the roots

What up bitches and bastards! (I say that with the utmost respect, of course.) In Connecticut chillin at my moms.  Good times.It feels really good to be back in my hometown, away from the craziness that is Boston. No traffic, no honking, no high buildings Just peacefulness. I still had road rage but that’s another story.

I’ve been thinking about the Cherry Wheat Beer all day so I went and got a six-pack. Len wasn’t a fan so I have five all to myself. I’m on my forth. Let’s just say….. I’m  feeling good. Luckily the only candy I’ve spotted so far are Tootsie rolls (pull out my fillings), gummy bears (not Haribo so I don’t care) and coconut cream eggs (oh shit!). So far I’ve managed to dodge the dishes. Oh, and I saw some donuts too. This is dooms day over here.

We are pondering what to eat for dinner but haven’t come up with a conclusion. Poor Ellie has that weird eye thing going on again. Basically her eyeballs is swelling out and it’s not a pretty sight. The vet can’t diagnose it till we get her there when it’s actually happening so we’re clueless. Poor little rat.

I didn’t get around to eating breakfast till it was lunch so I had a hemp bagel with peanut butter and veggies with parm cheese and hot sauce.

Around 3:30 I had a laughing cow wedge and a yogurt. Since then I’ve been sipping on the brews. I’m on vacation, right? Merry Good Friday.

Tastes better in a pint glass

My mom, grandma and I had a photo shoot.

Cougars ready to pounce

mama and me.

Three generations.

My mom and dad have hazel eyes, my brother and sister have blue eyes (and blonde hair) and I have BROWN eyes. What the fridge?

Bye loves!!

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